Aria’s POV
“How can you say that with such a straight face?” I mumbled, looking away shyly as I stood up. I didn't hear anything from him for a few seconds, and that made me glance down at him.
"I'm serious," Jameson said the moment our eyes met.
I wasn't exactly confused, but his attempt to dictate what I wore felt... odd. Controlling? No, not exactly. Protective? Maybe. I couldn't even describe it properly.
"If Cardi B was your wife, I wonder what you would have done about her dressing," I said, crossing my arms.
"And thankfully, I'm not married to her," he retorted, not missing a beat.
I raised a brow, biting the smile forming on my lips. Gosh, I should be upset, not smiling.
"Fine. After having your lunch, we can go out then," I finally agreed, rolling my eyes.
He looked conten
